Notes

Akaashi swore he heard a slowed choir upon looking back at Bokuto. It felt confusingly sudden, to have his stomach flip. The lenses before his eyes had changed his view of the world. The view in which Bokuto's attraction had gotten stronger. He should have been able to see a porcelain figure of Amour. An arrow could be the only sensible explanation for why Akaashi felt suddenly felt shyer.

"What do you think?" Bokuto asked in anticipation. He looked back at his golden-eyed friend. Akaashi was luckily fast to reply and shook the rest of his crooked thoughts away.

"It's very good. You were right, the cheese has melted," Akaashi complimented. Bokuto sighed lightly in relief and seemed more relieved in his expression. Akaashi didn't lie. It looked amazing.

"You looked distracted, I was nervous for your thoughts," Bokuto chuckled lightly, and caused Akaashi to widen his eyes slightly. Jesus, how long had he been zoning out? Akaashi shook his head in comfort, before smiling reassuringly.

"No, I just zone out sometimes. Comfortably, though," Akaashi explained with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. Bokuto nodded in understanding, before quietly eating his tortilla roll.

"Hey, try this first," Bokuto then remembered the cider still resting in half-melted ice cubes. The fresh temperature of it was perfect, a contrast to the warmth in his kitchen.

The loud volume of a can opening, cut the silence for a second. Akaashi smelled the faint fruit and poured himself a full glass. The bubbles gathered at the very top, with the fizz streaming throughout the drink. He waited a moment before trying Bokuto's favorite drink.

Akaashi was met with a taste of bittersweetness. The drink wasn't as sweet as the can let it out to be. However, he was relieved by a sweet aftertaste. The taste of peach and tea relieved his shameful sweet tooth. Bokuto looked at him in anticipation, while Akaashi hummed to himself. Eventually, he nodded in approval.

"It's good. It actually tastes like tea, unlike a lot of ice teas out there," Akaashi furrowed his eyebrows, and admitted to being impressed. Bokuto smiled proudly at his taste being approved by another friend. What could he say? He had good taste.

"Does it taste good with the meal?" Bokuto inquired before seemingly taking the last bites of his first roll. Akaashi nodded at the question, mid-bite. He was unfortunate to drop a few vegetables from the slight movement.

Bokuto had finished his roll first and seemed to wait for him. Akaashi felt passive stress from having his friend sitting availably. He took the last bites of his roll but enjoyed the taste thoroughly regardless. Akaashi combined the taste with his drink. He did get used to the taste of proper alcoholic ice tea. It tasted less odd with new sips.

"Do you want another one?" Bokuto asked hopefully. He seemed optimistic overall emotions, over having Akaashi eat more. Truthfully, he wouldn't mind. Akaashi stood up along with his plate and had Bokuto follow him to the kitchen counter.

The kitchen counter was systematically scattered by taco stations. Station one seemed to be tortillas, followed by Bokuto's preferable order of making a roll. Akaashi looked back at his friend, who raised an eyebrow at him.

"Bokuto roll time," he nodded to himself. He allowed Akaashi to fill his own tortilla. Bokuto nodded in approval at the order. Truthfully, the false pride was just for humor effects. It worked, as Akaashi was entertained by his simple excitement.

"It's a convenient order though. It doesn't work to put the sour cream over the meat," Akaashi realized as the logistics clicked. Bokuto snapped his fingers, followed by a relieved

"Exactly," Bokuto beamed at having someone agree with him. Akaashi wrapped his tortilla as he was taught. He was met with some issues, as the filling was a lot.